Bjærklund    The clouded sun has darkened  From the mist his mind has risen  He is imprisoned  Distant cries from all around  In his time of despair  Shadows are everywhere  Hope has faded from life  For the last time the sky is dark  On closing walls he left his mark  "Leave me to myself  No one can help me,  no one but me!"  "Murderer! Admit your crime and life can be spared  Murderer! This may be your final chance!"  But those words were left unsaid  A broken neck to see him dead  Soon his life will come to tan end  No angels will come from heaven sent  And the sun will rise  And bury all of his lies  People have gathered to see him die  The crowd screaming questions, why?  Soon his life will come to an end  No angels will come from heaven sent  And the sun will rise  And bury all of his lies  "Murderer! Confess and your life can be yours (again)  Murderer! Confess, or else you will hang!"  ("No! I have no regrets, I have no remorse. No, I will  Not cry, I leave myself to die!")  ("So, by your own decision we hereby sentence you to  eternity. May your name fall into oblivion!")  And by the raise of a hand he was silenced  Never again, never again  He was left there hanging as they went away  They left him for the vultures as prey  Now his life has come to an end  No angel came from heaven send  But the sun will rise  And bury all of his lies  I cry for you my son lost for me  Far from heaven you will be  I shall bury all your lies  All your lies...  Lies...